?Yes?While she takes I shower, I clean the ball gag. There is salvia on the rubber ball. She comes out of her shower. ?And, how do you feel, Rupali???...ice??And about the ball in your mouth???Uhhhh, ? I don’t know?. She looks embarrassed?No problem? I hope???No, no, it fine??Later that night, she asks me: ?That ball, do their use it here on the first night???Why do you think that???So that no one will hear the screams of the bride?.I get the hot fantasy of a desi bride gagged by her in-laws and. He sniffed and sniffed. Within minutes he noticed Ethan’s crotch darken as he flooded his leotard with his spunk. ‘I’m so happy, I’m so happy,’ squealed Ethan, muffled by Boston’s fat arse. After Ethan recovered he took his tutu off and knelt on the chair, with his hands gripping the back rest as Boston stood before him. He looked up at Boston with a secret smirk.‘What does a pretty young man in his early twenties see in a fat, man in his mid-sixties,’ said Boston, not believing how filthy. All this left her exhausted. Her tongue slowly released its grip on my cock. I learnt 14 years ago she loved being left with a sore pussy. Since she was tired now I knew that I could fuck her without resistance. I lifted her upper body and placed it on the hand rest of the sofa.I placed two pillows in between her thighs and stomach so as to get her into doggy position. Now taking position behind her I slammed my cock in her pussy. “You bastard” she shouted in pain. I gripped her hips, and drew. ”“Hello, Hermit,” she replied softly, letting the acoustics carry her voice to him.“You ladies just sit there and rest. Do not move. Boy, put your hands in the air and walk toward me.”Slowly, I walked toward the man with the gun. When I was within ten feet of him, I still could not determine his appearance because of the bright sun behind him, but he was not twenty feet tall as he had sounded.“Far enough,” he said. “Turn around and drop your pants.”I was actually relieved he had said that..